The same people castigating Sowore are dying in hunger, writhing in pain and smiling in agony; yet clutch in vain hope, struggling to take a seat on the podium where praises are heaped on the custodians of their chains.
Otú ndị ahụ na-akatọ Sowore na-anwụ n' agụụ, na-ede n' ihe mgbu ma na-achị ọchị n' ihe mwute; ma jidesie olileanya nkịtị ike, na-agbalị inwere oche n' ebe a na-eto ndị bụ isi nsogbu ha.